For the last week I've been on vacation in Loveland, Colorado with my friend Abe and his family. We spent a lot of time on the lake and had a great time. Yesterday I left in the morning to go home. I left early so that I'd have enough time to go the scenic route (I'm tired of going through Wyoming...no offense to any Wyomingites, but I-80 Is a snoozer in WY) and end up in Salt Lake in time for work. I intended to take I-70 through Colorado and I goofed. I took a right when I should have taken a left and ended up going through Rocky Mountain National Park. Rocky Mountain National Park is beautiful, but I didn't want to have to pay $20 just to get through at a tourist's pace, but I figured that it would be faster than going another route. The sights were amazing and I enjoyed it, but I missed work (luckily the guys at work were able to cover my shift). Sometimes I feel like the scenic route is like a metaphor for my life. Eventually I get where I want to go, but it costs more money and takes more time. I sometimes hope for the days when I'm able to achieve my goals in a more direct and efficient way. I've had plenty of distractions. It's time for the main attraction.
